Advertisement
"Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!"
Scent of a Woman
Scent of a Woman
posted by:
|
Los Angeles
|
Advertisement
Advertisement
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, September 20, 2005 - 5:06 PMfrom Jurassic Park
Dr. Ian Malcolm:
"I'll tell you the problem with the scientific power that you're using here: it didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read what others had done and you took the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could and before you even knew what you had you patented it and packaged it and slapped it on a plastic lunchbox, and now you're selling it, you want to sell it!" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, September 20, 2005 - 5:24 PMfrom A few Good Men
Col. Jessep:
" Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. " -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, September 21, 2005 - 4:31 PMWe're standing here in Philadelphia, the, uh, city of brotherly love, the birthplace of freedom, where the, uh, founding fathers authored the Declaration of Independence, and I don't recall that glorious document saying anything about all straight men are created equal. I believe it says all men are created equal.
Joe Miller (Danzel) in Philadelphia
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 10:01 AMyou forgot to add the part about being so bent on whether or not you could, you forgot about whether or not you should. I like that little addition...
but really GOOD quote. I love it. in fact. it's one of my favorites. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 6:50 PMSo if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
Sean (Robin Williams) from Good Will Hunting -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 7:49 PM(minus some back and forth dialogue)
"Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song . . . it's a metaphor for big dicks. Like a Virgin's not about some sensitive girl who meets a nice fella. That's what True Blue's about. Granted, no argument about that. Ok. Let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooz who's a regular fuck machine. I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon . . . dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick. Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This cat is like Charles Bronson in the great escape. He's digging tunnels. She's getting this serious dick action and feeling something she ain't felt since forever . . . pain. Pain.
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her. Her pussy should be bubbleyum by now, but when this cat fucks her, it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see, the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it was like to be a virgin. Hence . . . Like a Virgin."
~ Mr. Brown/Quentin Tarantino - Reservoir Dogs -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 11:14 PMSo what really happened that day? Let's just for a moment speculate shall we? We have the epileptic seizure around 12:15, p.m. distracting the police making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into a hospital. The A-Team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. They were refurbishing the floors that week, which allowed unknown workmen access to the building. They move quickly into position just minutes before the shooting. The spotter on the radio talking to the other two teams has the best overall view, the God spot. B-Team one shooter and one spotter with radio gear and access to the building, moves into the lower floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, the C-Team moves into the picket fence behind the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and the spotter are first spotted by the late Lee Bowers in the watch tower of the rail yard. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator who has flashed security credentials at people chasing them out of the parking lot. Probably 2-3 more men are in the crowd on Elm. 10-12 men. Three shooters. Three spotters. The triangulation of fire that Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They have walked the plaza. They know every inch. They have calibrated their sight. They have practiced on moving targets. They are ready. Kennedy's motorcade makes the turn from Main onto Houston. It's gonna be a turkey shoot. They don't shoot him coming up Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shot from the Book Depository. They Wait. They wait until he gets in the killing zone, between three rifles. Kennedy makes the final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 miles an hour. The shooters across Dealy Plaza tighten, taking their aim, waiting for the radio to say "Green! Green!" or "Abort! Abort!". The first shot rings out, sounding like a backfire it misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waiving as he hears something. Connaly's head turns slightly to the right. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat from the front. Frame 225, the President emerging from behind the road sign, you can see that he's obviously been hit, raising his arms to his throat. The third shot, frame 232, takes Kennedy in the back pulling him downward and forward. Connaly you'll notice shows no signs at all of being hit. He is visibly holding his Stetson, which is impossiable if his wrist has been shattered. Connaly is turning here now, frame 238 the fourth shot. It misses Kennedy and takes Connaly in the back. This is the shot that proves there were two rifles. Connaly yells out "My God! They are going to kill us all." Somewhere around this time another shot that misses the car completely, strikes James Tague down by the underpass. The car brakes. The sixth and fatal shot, frame 313 takes Kennedy in the head from the front. This is the key shot. The President going back and to his left. Shot from the front and right. Totally inconstant with the shot from the Book Depository. So what happens then? Pandemonium.
Jim Garrison: JFK
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 11:19 PM<you forgot to add the part about being so bent on whether or not you could, you forgot about whether or not you should. I like that little addition...>
I like that part too . . . but it was not part of the monologue proper
I was trying to keep it within one camera shot -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 22, 2005 - 11:29 PM"First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?"
-Donnie Darko -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, September 27, 2005 - 1:58 PM"I sang the first hymn when the stars were born, it wasn't too long ago that I told a certain young woman...Mary...who it was she was expecting....On the other hand, though, I've turned Kings into cripples, cities into salt and rivers into blood - so i really don't think I need to explain myself to you"
Christopher Walken as Gabriel "Prophecy 2" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, September 27, 2005 - 2:20 PM"Hey there, little man... Boy, I've sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together for five years.
Hopefully, you'll never have to experience this yourself. But when two men are in a situation like me and your dad were for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had . . . oh man, Major Coolidge would be talking right now to my son, Jim. The way it turned out, I'm talking to you.
"Butch, I've got something for you. This watch I've got here, was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee, made by the first company to ever make wristwatches. Up 'til then, people just carried pocket watches.
It was bought by Private doughboy Ryan Coolidge on the day
he set sail for Paris. This was your great-grandfathers's war watch, and he wore it every day he was in that war. When he'd done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it in an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed ... until your grandad, Dane Coolidge, was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight... The Germans once again ...and this time they called it World War II.
Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed, along with all the other Marines, in the Battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death; he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about leaving that island alive.
"So, three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner from the airport transfer, named Wynocki, a man he'd never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, this gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead, but Wynocki kept his word.
After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father this gold watch.
"This watch . . . this watch was on your daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. [He] was captured and put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew that if the gooks ever saw the watch, they would confiscate it. You see, in a way...
the way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy little yellow hands on his boy's birthright.
"So he hid it, in the only place he could hide something... in his ass.
Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Before he died, of Dysentery, he gave me the watch.
I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. After seven years, I was sent home to my family.
"And now, little man, I give the watch to you."
Walken again... Pulp Fiction -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, September 28, 2005 - 8:01 PM"I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls...and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why."
Walken again, in Prophecy -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 10:49 AM"You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamb? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI."
I think we all know who said this . . . -
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 12:54 PMNice work guys and gals
these are some fat mono LOGS
keep em coming
so far I have loved all these as well
if it pops in your head find it and post it
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 2:34 PM"You wanna know what your problem is? MTV, Playboys, and Madison-fucking-Avenue. Yeah. Let me explain something to you. OK, look, girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around, he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits, and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. If you don't like it, call him...No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there's some other shit going on in the relationship besides physical, it's going to get old, okay? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip, otherwise the future of the human race is in jeopardy. "
Beautiful Girls
Gina Barrisano's (Rosie O'Donnell)
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 2:37 PMDamn, I love this one!
"Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never."
The Devil's Advocate
Satanic John Milton (Al Pacino)
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 2:43 PMAnd my favorite for today:
"I ain't draft dodging. I ain't burning no flag. I ain't running to Canada. I'm staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I've been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain't going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I'll die right here, right now, fightin' you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won't even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won't even stand up for my right here at home."
Ali
Cassius Clay/Muhammed Ali (Will Smith) -
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 5:37 PM[last lines]
Chris Taylor: [voiceover] I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. The enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I'm sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called "possession of my soul." There are times since, I've felt like a child, born of those two fathers. But be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again. To teach to others what we know, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.
-Platoon -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 5:39 PMAgent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the cure.
-The Matrix -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 5:47 PMQuint: Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down to the pond and chasing bluegills and tommycocks. This shark, swallow you whole. No shakin', no tenderizin', down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's too many captains on this island. Ten thousand dollars for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
-Jaws
and one my fav I get chill just reading over it:
Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
the monologe is the sign of the time in one fail swoop
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 8:32 PMTrue Romance,
Dennis Hopper TO Walken:
Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers. So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 8:51 PMThe context of that quote is important too. Dennis Hooper is bound by Sicilian hoods and he knows he is dead. Walken has been questioning him and has told him he can tell if someone is lying just by looking at them. Those are Hopper's last words. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 9:57 PM"There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, erm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things wi-with the sort of raffia-work base, that has an attachment. At that time, a friend shall lose his friend's hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o'clock."
- Life of Brian -
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, September 29, 2005 - 10:04 PM"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim and we sat in the Korova milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milk Bar sold milkplus--milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. Our pockets were full of money so there was no need on that score, but, as they say, money isn't everything."
-A Clockwork Orange -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, September 30, 2005 - 12:25 AMJapanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
- Jaws -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, September 30, 2005 - 11:38 AMI ain't like that no more. I ain't the same, Ned. Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin' whiskey and all. Just 'cause we're goin' on this killing, that don't mean I'm gonna go back to bein' the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters. Ned, you remember that drover I shot through the mouth and his teeth came out the back of his head? I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve to get shot, at least nothin' I could remember when I sobered up. Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot 'em out of pure meanness.
~Bill Muney, Unforgiven -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, September 30, 2005 - 12:47 PM"Of course that's your contention. You're a first year grad student. You just got finished readin' some Marxian historian -- Pete Garrison probably. You're gonna be convinced of that 'til next month when you get to James Lemon, and then you're gonna be talkin' about how the economies of Virginia and Pennsylvania were entrepreneurial and capitalist way back in 1740. That's gonna last until next year -- you're gonna be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood, talkin' about, you know, the Pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization... Wood drastically -- Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth.' You got that from Vickers, 'Work in Essex County,' page 98, right? Yeah, I read that too. Were you gonna plagiarize the whole thing for us? Do you have any thoughts of your own on this matter? Or do you...is that your thing? You come into a bar. You read some obscure passage and then pretend...you pawn it off as your own idea just to impress some girls and embarrass my friend? See, the sad thing about a guy like you is in 50 years you're gonna start doin' some thinkin' on your own and you're gonna come up with the fact that there are two certainties in life. One: don't do that. And two: You dropped a hundred and fifty grand on a fucking education you coulda' got for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library."
Good Will Hunting
Will Hunting (Matt Damon) -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, September 30, 2005 - 6:14 PMNice Dancing, I forgot that one! Fuck, I love that movie! -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, September 30, 2005 - 10:10 PMDamn, Jean, I didn't even see that you posted the Jaws monologue until just now. Sorry about that. Great minds huh? -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sat, October 1, 2005 - 2:50 PMSleep with Me (1994)
Sid: You want subversion on a massive level. You know what one of the greatest fucking scripts ever written in the history of Hollywood is? Top Gun. Top Gun is fucking great. What is Top Gun? You think it's a story about a bunch of fighter pilots.
It is a story about a man's struggle with his own homosexuality. It is! That is what Top Gun is about, man. You've got Maverick, all right? He's on the edge, man. He's right on the fucking line, all right? And you've got Iceman, and all his crew. They're gay, they represent the gay man, all right? And they're saying, go, go the gay way, go the gay way. He could go both ways. Kelly McGillis, she's heterosexuality. She's saying: no, no, no, no, no, no, go the normal way, play by the rules, go the normal way. They're saying no, go the gay way, be the gay way, go for the gay way, all right? That is what's going on throughout that whole movie... He goes to her house, all right? It looks like they're going to have sex, you know, they're just kind of sitting back, he's takin' a shower and everything. They don't have sex. He gets on the motorcycle, drives away. She's like, "What the fuck, what the fuck is going on here?" Next scene, next scene you see her, she's in the elevator, she is dressed like a guy. She's got the cap on, she's got the aviator glasses, she's wearing the same jacket that the Iceman wears. She is, okay, this is how I gotta get this guy, this guy's going towards the gay way, I gotta bring him back, I gotta bring him back from the gay way, so I'll do that through subterfuge, I'm gonna dress like a man. All right? That is how she approaches it. Okay, now let me just ask you - I'm gonna digress for two seconds here. I met this girl Amy here, she's like floating around here and everything. Now, she just got divorced, right? All right, but the REAL ending of the movie is when they fight the MIGs at the end, all right? Because he has passed over into the gay way. They are this gay fighting fucking force, all right? And they're beating the Russians, the gays are beating the Russians. And it's over, and they fucking land, and Iceman's been trying to get Maverick the entire time, and finally, he's got him, all right? And what is the last fucking line that they have together? They're all hugging and kissing and happy with each other, and Ice comes up to Maverick, and he says, "Man, you can ride my tail, anytime!" And what does Maverick say? "You can ride mine!" Swordfight! Swordfight! Fuckin' A, man!
- Quentin Tarantino -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sun, October 2, 2005 - 10:22 AMAl Pacino as Arthur Kirkland
...And Justice for All
The one thing that bothered me, the one thing that stayed in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it, that haunted me, was why. Why would she lie? What was her motive for lying? If my client is innocent, she's lying, why? Was it blackmail? No. Was it jealousy? No. Yesterday I found out why. She doesn't have a motive, you know why? Because she's not lying... And ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the prosecution is not going to get that man today, no, because I'm gonna get him! my client, the Honorable Henry T. Fleming, should go right to fucking jail!
That man is guilty! that man, there, that man is a slime! he is a *slime*! If he's supposed to go free, then something really wrong is goin' on here!
Judge Rayford: Mr. Kirkland you are out of order!
You're out of order! You're out of order! The whole trial is out of order! They're out of order! That man, that sick, crazy, depraved man, raped and beat that woman there, and he'd like to do it again! It's just a show! It's a show! It's "Let's Make A Deal"! "Let's Make A Deal"! Hey Frank, you wanna "Make A Deal"? I got an insane judge who likes to beat the shit out of women! Whaddya wanna gimme Frank, 3 weeks probation?
Frank Bowers: DAMMIT!
You, you sonofabitch, you! You're supposed to STAND for somethin'! You're supposed to protect people! But instead you rape and murder them! [dragged out of court by bailiffs]
You killed McCullough! You killed him! Hold it! Hold it! I just completed my opening statement! -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 3, 2005 - 12:52 AMChoose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
- Trainspotting -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 3, 2005 - 9:00 AMFrom Other People's Money. Danny DeVito's response to Gregory Peck's impassioned speech.
*************************************************
Amen, and amen, and amen. You have to forgive me. I'm not familiar with the local custom. Where I come from, you always say "Amen" after you hear a prayer. Because that's what you just heard -- a prayer. Where I come from, that particular prayer is called "The Prayer for the Dead." You just heard The Prayer for the Dead, my fellow stockholders, and you didn't say, "Amen." This company is dead. I didn't kill it. Don't blame me. It was dead when I got here. It's too late for prayers. For even if the prayers were answered, and a miracle occurred, and the yen did this, and the dollar did that, and the infrastructure did the other thing, we would still be dead. You know why? Fiber optics. New technologies. Obsolescence. We're dead alright. We're just not broke. And you know the surest way to go broke? Keep getting an increasing share of a shrinking market. Down the tubes. Slow but sure.
You know, at one time there must've been dozens of companies making buggy whips. And I'll bet the last company around was the one that made the best goddamn buggy whip you ever saw. Now how would you have liked to have been a stockholder in that company? You invested in a business and this business is dead. Let's have the intelligence, let's have the decencyto sign the death certificate, collect the insurance, and invest in something with a future.
"Ah, but we can't," goes the prayer. "We can't because we have responsibility, a responsibility to our employees, to our community. What will happen to them?" I got two words for that: Who cares? Care about them? Why? They didn't care about you. They sucked you dry. You have no responsibility to them. For the last ten years this company bled your money. Did this community ever say, "We know times are tough. We'll lower taxes, reduce water and sewer." Check it out: You're paying twice what you did ten years ago. And our devoted employees, who have taken no increases for the past three years, are still making twice what they made ten years ago; and our stock, one-sixth of what it was ten years ago.
Who cares? I'll tell ya: Me. I'm not your best friend. I'm your only friend. I don't make anything? I'm makin' you money. And lest we forget, that's the only reason any of you became stockholders in the first place. You wanna make money! You don't care if they manufacture wire and cable, fried chicken, or grow tangerines! You wanna make money. I'm the only friend you've got. I'm makin' you money. Take the money. Invest it somewhere else. Maybe, maybe you'll get lucky and it'll be used productively. And if it is, you'll create new jobs and provide a service for the economy and, God forbid, even make a few bucks for yourselves. And if anybody asks, tell 'em ya gave at the plant. And by the way, it pleases me that I am called "Larry the Liquidator." You know why, fellow stockholders? Because at my funeral, you'll leave with a smile on your face and a few bucks in your pocket. Now that's a funeral worth having!
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 3, 2005 - 12:58 PMTwo great ones from the movie Naked:
Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday.
[Were you bored in Manchester?]
Was I bored? No, I wasn't fuckin' bored. I'm never bored. That's the trouble with everybody - you're all so bored. You've had nature explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the living body explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the universe explained to you and you're bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of them, and it doesn't matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it's new as long as it's new as long as it flashes and fuckin' bleeps in forty fuckin' different colors. So whatever else you can say about me, I'm not fuckin' bored. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 3, 2005 - 1:51 PMWell, I believe in the soul. The cock. The pussy. The small of a woman's back. The hanging curveball. High fiber. Good scotch. That the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a Constitution Amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve. And I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days...Goodnight
- Bull Durham -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 3, 2005 - 1:55 PMYou know that guy, too? That fuckin' guy. He made this flick "Sixteen Candles." Not bad. There's tits in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin' "Breakfast Club," where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin' "Weird Science," where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, "Pretty in Pink," which I can't even watch with this tubby bitch anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fuckin' fat man weep. Anyway all of John Hughes movies take place in Shermer, Illinois, where all the hunnies are top shelf but all the boys are whiney pussies-except Judd Nelson man, he was fuckin' harsh. So me and "Lunchbox" here figured we could live like fatrats if we were the blunt connection in Shermer. So we collected some money we were owed and boarded a bus. But you know what we found out when we got here? There is no Shermer Illinois -- movies are fuckin' bullshit man!
- Dogma
-
-
-
Other People's Money
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 6:59 PM
"Give them hell, Andy! It's good to see so many... ...familiar faces, so many old friends. Some of you I haven't seen in years. Thank you for coming. Bill Coles, our able president, in the annual report, has told you... ...of our year, of what we accomplished, of the need for further improvements... ...our business goals for next year and the years beyond. I'd like to talk to you about something else. I want to share with you some of my thoughts... ...concerning the vote that you're going to make in the company that you own. This proud company, which has survived the death of its founder,,, ,,, numerous recessions, one major depression and two world wars,,, ,,, is in imminent danger of self-destructing, On this day, in the town of its birth, There is the instrument of our destruction. I want you to look at him in all of his glory. "Larry the Liquidator." The entrepreneur of post-industrial America playing God... ...with other people's money. The robber barons of old at least left something tangible in their wake. A coal mine, a railroad, banks. This man leaves nothing. He creates nothing. He builds nothing. He runs nothing. And in his wake lies nothing but a blizzard of paper to cover the pain. Oh, if he said, "I know how to run your business better than you"... ...that would be something worth talking about... ...but he's not saying that. He's saying, "I'm gonna kill you because at this particular moment in time... ...you're worth more dead than alive." Well... ...maybe that's true, but it is also true... ...that one day this industry will turn. One day when the yen is weaker, the dollar is stronger... ...or when we finally begin to rebuild our roads, our bridges... ...the infrastructure of our country, demand will skyrocket. And when those things happen, we will still be here... ...stronger because of our ordeal, stronger because we have survived. And the price of our stock will make his offer pale by comparison. God save us if we vote to take his paltry few dollars and run. God save this country if that is truly the wave of the future. We will then have become a nation that makes nothing but hamburgers... ...creates nothing but lawyers and sells nothing but tax shelters. And if we are at that point in this country where we kill something... ...because at the moment it's worth more dead than alive... ...well... ...take a look around. Look at your neighbor. Look at your neighbor. You won't kill him, will you? No. It's called murder, and it's illegal. Well, this, too, is murder, on a mass scale. Only on Wall Street, they call it maximizing shareholder value... ...and they call it legal. And they substitute dollar bills where a conscience should be. Damn it! A business is worth more than the price of its stock. It's the place where we earn our living, where we meet our friends... ...dream our dreams. It is, in every sense, the very fabric that binds our society together. So let us now, at this meeting... ...say to every Garfield in the land... ...here, we build things, we don't destroy them. Here, we care about more than the price of our stock. Here... ...we care about people.
Thank you."
The chairman of the board of New England Wire and Cable... ...Mr. Andrew Jorgenson
(played wonderfully by Gregory Peck)
Other People's Money
I thought this was a brilliant film, that delt fairly even handedly with a topic that touches a lot of lives.
Left vs Right; Democrat vs Republican; Communist vs Capitalist - coming to terms, where the rubber meets the road.
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, October 4, 2005 - 6:51 PMone more from Trainspotting
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton:
end of flick when he snatches cash and heads to London
"Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shit about him. And Sick Boy, well he'd done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die."
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sun, December 11, 2005 - 10:06 PMAnd Justice for All....
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, January 8, 2007 - 5:56 PMlook if your gonna do hugo weaving you cant possibly leave out the V for Vendetta "V" monolouge
"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V"
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, October 4, 2005 - 11:28 AMAmerican Psycho
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your ass. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and, uh, Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale) -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, October 4, 2005 - 4:21 PMGeorge's response to Martha's sarcastic request to light her cigarette:
No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the old evolutionary ladder, which is up your line. Now, I will hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.
~Richard Burton- Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, October 4, 2005 - 6:46 PMnice work guys and gals
I love reading these posts :)
ya'll have some great tastes
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, October 4, 2005 - 7:32 PM"Do you like Phil Collins"
you know that is taken almost directly from the book word for word? wonderful story, but like all novels, it is better written.... good quote though... kudos -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 5, 2005 - 10:56 AMI've written a letter to Daddy. His address is Heaven above. I've written, "Dear Daddy, we miss you and wish you were with us to love" Instead of a stamp I put kisses The postman says that's best to do I've written a letter to Daddy Saying "I love you" Now when I'm very good, and do as I am told I'm Mama's little angel and Daddy says I'm good as gold And when I'm naughty and answer back and sass I'm Mama's little devil, and Daddy says I've got the brass. Oh I wish that you could tell me, cuz I'm much too young to know.
Bette Davis ~ What Ever Happened To Baby Jane
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 5, 2005 - 12:58 PMForrest mourns the death of his beloved Jenny at her grave:
Forrest: You died on a Saturday morning, and I had you placed here, under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Mama always said dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. 'Bout to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth everyday. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And everynight we read a book- and he's so smart Jenny. You'd be so proud of him, I am. He, uh, wrote you a letter, but he says I can't read it, I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Mama's right or if its Lieutenant Dan, I don't know if we each have a destiny or if we're all floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think maybe its both, maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.
Forrest Gump (Tom Hanks) -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 5, 2005 - 3:18 PM"My father's people say that at the birth of the sun and of his brother the moon, their mother died. So the sun gave to the earth her body, from which was to spring all life. And he drew forth from her breast the stars, and the stars he threw into the night sky to remind him of her soul. So there's the Cameron's monument. My folks' too, I guess."
Daniel Day Lewis is so f'n HOT in this movie!!!
~Last of the Mohicans
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 3:43 PMFollow! But follow only if you are men of valour. For the entrance to this cave is guarded by a monster, a creature so foul and cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived. Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair ... Therefore sweet knights if you may doubt your strength or courage come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty pointy teeth.
- Tim the Enchanter
"Monty Python's Holy Grail" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 4:35 PMGreat Monologues gots to be longer than 6 or 7 lines and must take up more than 10 seconds on the screen.
The actor must to breathe the scene thats what makes it great. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 4:47 PMShite ... can we include the parts where Tim shot pyrotechnics out of his staff? This added around 7 minutes me thinks! -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 4:51 PMserious on the RULES?
. . . buzz kill -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 5:29 PMI think Austin Powers takin' a wizz after coming out of hibernation counts then. It lasted several breaths went on longer than most monologues posted so far. I'll post it once I watch it again so I can get all the spelling right. :) -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 6:21 PM"In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the... Anyone? Anyone?... the Great Depression, passed the... Anyone? Anyone? The tariff bill? The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act? Which, anyone? Raised or lowered?... Raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the federal government. Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States sank deeper into the Great Depression. Today we have a similar debate over this. Anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve. Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve, you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point. This is very controversial. Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economics. 'Voodoo' Economics"
-Ferris Bueller's Day Off (Ben Stein) -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 8:26 PM<serious on the RULES?
. . . buzz kill>
actually yours were buzz killing me
Monty Python was rolling in ok and funny but sssssssh
(standards - we are looking for GREAT MONOLOGUES not ok sentences)
:)
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 9:07 PMPlane, Trains and Automobiles
You know everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You're a miracle! Your stories have NONE of that. They're not even amusing ACCIDENTALLY! "Honey, I'd like you to meet Del Griffith, he's got some amusing anecodotes for you. Oh and here's a gun so you can blow your brains out. You'll thank me for it." I could tolerate any insurance seminar. For days I could sit there and listen to them go on and on with a big smile on my face. They'd say, "How can you stand it?" I'd say, "'Cause I've been with Del Griffith. I can take ANYTHING." You know what they'd say? They'd say, "I know what you mean. The shower curtain ring guy. Woah." It's like going on a date with a Chatty Cathy doll. I expect you have a little string on your chest, you know, that I pull out and have to snap back. Except I wouldn't pull it out and snap it back - you would. Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! And by the way, you know, when you're telling these little stories? Here's a good idea - have a POINT. It makes it SO much more interesting for the listener!
-Neal -
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 9:18 PMMen are such cocksuckers aren't they? You don't have to answer that. It's true. They're scared. Their dicks get limp when confronted by a woman of obvious power and what do they do about it? Call them witches, burn them, torture them, until every woman is afraid. Afraid of herself... afraid of men... and all for what? Fear of losing their hard-on.
Do you think God knew what He was doing when He created woman? Huh? No shit. I really wanna know. Or do you think it was another one of His minor mistakes like tidal waves, earthquakes, FLOODS? You think women are like that? S'matter? You don't think God makes mistakes? Of course He does. We ALL make mistakes. Of course, when WE make mistakes they call it evil. When GOD makes mistakes, they call it... nature. So whaddya think? Women... a mistake... or DID HE DO IT TO US ON PURPOSE?
Daryl Van Horne
The Witches of East -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 9:39 PMIf you're going to quote the Witches of Eastwick, you have to quote this one:
"I think...no, I am positive, that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. You know, in the short time we've been together, you have demonstrated every loathsome characteristic of the male personality, and even discovered a few new ones. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you're morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humor and you smell! You're not even interesting enough to make me sick!" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 6, 2005 - 10:31 PMJean, you are most definitely entitled to your opinion. i shall poison your thread no more and apologize for "buzz killing" you . . . that's a new one, can I use that?
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 7:30 AMTommy Boy
Tommy Boy ~ That's nice, you look like a Helen. Helen, we're both in sales. Let me tell you why I suck as a salesman. Let's say I go into some guy's office and let's say he's even remotely interested in buying something. Well then I get all excited I'm like Jojo the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet. The pet is my possible sale. Oh, my pretty little pet, I love you. So I stoke it, and I pet it, and I massage it, hehe I love it, I love my little naughty pet, you're naughty. Then I take my naughty pet and I go
[makes ripping noises as he tears apart the roll]
Uuuuuuh. I killed it. I killed my sale. That's when I blow it. That's when people like us gotta forge ahead, Helen, am I right?
Pump Up The Volume
Happy Harry Hardon ~ You hear about some kid who did something stupid, something desperate; what possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well, it's really quite simple, actually. Consider the life of a teenager - you have parents, teachers telling you what to do, you have movies, magazines and TV telling you what to do, but you know what you have to do. Your job, your purpose is to get accepted, get a cute girlfriend, think up something great to do with the rest of your life. What if you're confused and can't imagine a career? What if you're funny looking and can't get a girlfriend? You see, no-one wants to hear it. But the terrible secret is that being young is sometimes less fun than being dead.
Kill Bill Volume I
O-Ren Ishii ~ As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you're unconvinced that a particular plan of action I've decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Chinese or American heritage as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now's the fucking time! I didn't think so.
Kill Bill Volume II
The Bride ~ Looked dead, didn't I? But I wasn't. But it wasn't from lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Bill's last bullet put me in a coma - A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a 'roaring rampage of revenge.' I roared. And I rampaged. And I got bloody satisfaction. I've killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but I have only one more. The last one. The one I'm driving to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 9:21 AMShort but sweet
Dizz gets A+ for variety :)
and the follow up to WOEW gets A for sequence
:)
The F Bueller one not really a soliloquy but touched a place in my aging heart so it passes muster B+
< the Course of this thread is seriously to compile some great monologues upwards in the 100's if at possible>
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 9:29 AMhere's saddy one :(
Ben Sanderson:
Are you desirable? Are you irresistible? Maybe if you drank bourbon with me, it would help. Maybe if you kissed me and I could taste the sting in your mouth it would help. If you drank bourbon with me naked. If you smelled of bourbon as you fucked me, it would help. It would increase my esteem for you. If you poured bourbon onto your naked body and said to me "drink this". If you spread your legs and you had bourbon dripping from your breasts and your pussy and said "drink here" then I could fall in love with you. Because then I would have a purpose. To clean you up and that, that would prove that I'm worth something. I'd lick you clean so that you could go away and fuck someone else.
Leaving Las Vegas -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 9:45 AMsuch a great but seriously depressing movie. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 10:24 AMI know - he got an Oscar for this role right - or the film got one for screen play
but this was the role (and monologues) of sorts that re-kicked started Nick's come back although it could be argued that it actually started with his role in Kiss of Death as Little Junior Brown but thats my opinion -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 11:22 AMI hope no one minds if I cheated a little. I like this scene:
Anthony: "Wait, wait, wait! See what that woman just did?"
Peter: "... Maybe she's cold."
Anthony: "She got cold as soon as she saw us. ... Man, look around you. You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better-lit part of this city right now, but yet this white woman sees two black guys who look like UCLA students strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear? I mean look at us, dog, are we dressed like gang-bangers? Huh? No! Do we look threatening? No! In fact, if anybody should be scared around here it's us. We're the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the trigger-happy L.A.P.D. So you tell me, why aren't we scared?"
Peter: " 'Cause we got guns?"
Anthony: "You could be right."
From Crash. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 12:22 PMAnother Classic From Pulp Fiction:
Well there's this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never gave much thought what it meant. I just thought it was some cold-blooded shit to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. See now I'm thinkin', maybe it means you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9 Milimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 7, 2005 - 12:55 PMwell Done Chai
how could we have forgotten
I dub this monologue in when I am DJ a house set
kats love it along with the speech by Morpheus in the cave from Matrix about the revolution
-
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 5:53 PM"What’s the pool on me up to right now…what is it, 300 dollars? Is that it, 300? I’m a schoolteacher. I teach English composition. This little town called Adley, Pennsylvania. For the past eleven years, I’ve been at Thomas Edison high school. I was a coach of the baseball team in the springtime. Back home, I tell people what I do, and they go well, that figures. But over here it’s a big mystery. So I guess I’ve changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve changed so much, my wife is even going to recognize me whenever it is I get back to her, and how I’ll ever be able to tell to her about days like today. Ah, Ryan, I don’t know anything about Ryan, I don’t care. The name means nothing to me, it’s just a name. You know, if going to Ramelle, and finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to go back to my wife, then…then that’s my mission. You want to leave? You want to go off and fight the war? All right, all right, I won’t stop you. I’ll even put in the paperwork. I just know for every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel."
--Capt. John Miller, "Saving Private Ryan"
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Unsu...
Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Thu, October 13, 2005 - 7:38 AMGekko: Well, I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me, Mr. Cromwell, as the single largest shareholderin Teldar Paper, to speak. Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're not here to indulge in fantasy, but in political and economic reality. America, America has become a second-rate power. Its trade deficit and its fiscal deficit are at nightmare proportions. Now, in the days of the free market, when our country was a top industrial power, there was accountability to the stockholder. The Carnegies, the Mellons, the men that built this great industrial empire, made sure of it because it was their money at stake. Today, management has no stake in the company!
All together, these men sitting up here [Teldar management] own less than 3 percent of the company. And where does Mr. Cromwell put his million-dollar salary? Not in Teldar stock; he owns less than 1 percent. You own the company. That's right -- you, the stockholder. And you are all being royally screwed over by these, these bureaucrats, with their luncheons, their hunting and fishing trips, their corporate jets and golden parachutes.
Cromwell: This is an outrage! You're out of line, Gekko!
Gekko: Teldar Paper, Mr. Cromwell, Teldar Paper has 33 different vice presidents, each earning over 200 thousand dollars a year. Now, I have spent the last two months analyzing what all these guys do, and I still can't figure it out. One thing I do know is that our paper company lost 110 million dollars last year, and I'll bet that half of that was spent in all the paperwork going back and forth between all these vice presidents. The new law of evolution in corporate America seems to be survival of the unfittest. Well, in my book you either do it right or you get eliminated. In the last seven deals that I've been involved with, there were 2.5 million stockholders who have made a pretax profit of 12 billion dollars. Thank you. I am not a destroyer of companies. I am a liberator of them!
The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed -- for lack of a better word -- is good.
Greed is right.
Greed works.
Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms -- greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge -- has marked the upward surge of mankind. And greed -- you mark my words -- will not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.
Thank you very much.
-
-
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Fri, October 14, 2005 - 5:26 PMI was having a shitty day, then I read some of my favorite monologes right here.
Thank you.
There may come a day when man's bravery fails and men are overrun by evil, but that is not this day! This day we fight.
Shortened versions from Return of the King -
-
Unsu...
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Sat, October 15, 2005 - 2:05 PMThis is probably cheating a bit, since their is some interaction is this scene. But, since most of it monologue,and it's one of my favorite films of all time, I decided to post it.
O, captain, my captain. Who knows what that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman, about Abraham Lincoln. Now, in this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O, captain, my captain. Now, let me dispel a few rumors, so they don't fester into facts. Yes, I too attended "Hellton," and I survived. No, at that time, I was not the intellectual giant you see before you. I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weaking. I would go to the beach, and people would kick copies of Byron in my face. Now, Mr. Pitts........ that's a rather unfortunate name, Mr. Pitts. Where are you? Mr. Pitts, will you open your hymnal to page 542, and read the first stanza of the poem you find there.
Pitts: To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time?
Keating: Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate isn't it?
Pitts: Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a'flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
Keating: Thank you, Mr. Pitts. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. The Latin term for that sentiment is Carpe Diem. Who knows what that means?
Meeks: Carpe Diem. That's seize the day.
Keating: Very good, Mr. ..... (Meeks) Meeks. Another unusual name. Seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Why does the writer use these lines?
Dalton: 'Cause, he's in a hurry.
Keating: No! Ding! Than you for playing. It's because we are food for worms lads. 'Cause, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die. I would like you to step over here, and peruse some of the faces from the past. You've walked past them many times, but I don't think you've really looked at them. They're not that different from you are they? Same haircuts, full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster, they believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait 'til it was too late to make of their lives even one iota of what they were capable? These boys are now fetilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can now hear them whisper their legacy to you. Lean in, listen. You hear it? (Whispering) Carpe. Carpe. Carpe Diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary. -
-
Unsu...
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Sat, October 15, 2005 - 2:06 PMOops, that was Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society. -
-
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Mon, October 17, 2005 - 1:16 AMIn Honor of the White Sox second to last World Series Appearance, here's one from (Cubs fan) John Cusack as Buck Weaver in 8 Men out.....
You get out there, and the stands are full and everybody's cheerin'. It's like everybody in the world come to see you. And inside of that there's the players, they're yakkin' it up. The pitcher throws and you look for that pill... suddenly there's nothing else in the ballpark but you and it. Sometimes, when you feel right, there's a groove there, and the bat just eases into it and meets that ball. When the bat meets that ball and you feel that ball just give, you know it's going to go a long way. Damn, if you don't feel like you're going to live forever. -
-
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Mon, October 17, 2005 - 7:38 AMnice call! thank you for doing this.
-
-
-
Unsu...
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Fri, October 28, 2005 - 7:50 PMOne of my favorites of all time.
sg
-
-
-
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Tue, April 17, 2007 - 10:24 PMOh yeah!
So many great quotes in this one!
Thank you!
S. -
-
Re: Gordon Gekko / Wall Street
Tue, April 17, 2007 - 10:28 PMOops, I meant "and monologues"!
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sat, October 15, 2005 - 1:22 PMLloyd Dobler from Say Anything:
I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that. So for now, I'm just gonna hang with your daughter.
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, October 17, 2005 - 8:55 AMMy father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Dr. Evil in Austin Powers: Int'l Man of Mystery -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 26, 2005 - 4:31 PMokay the Dr Evil one is my favorite right now. Something about seeing it all typed out. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 26, 2005 - 7:29 PM"Because we don't know when we'll die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet things only happen a certain number of times; and a small number, really. How many times will you remember an afternoon your childhhood-- an afternoon as deeply a part of you that you can't imagine your life without it? Perhaps four or five times. Maybe not even that. How many times will you watch the moon rise? Perhaps twenty...yet it all seems limitless."
--Paul Bowes in "The Sheltering Sky"
-
-
-
Unsu...
Good Night and Good Luck
Thu, October 27, 2005 - 7:40 AMI just saw it last night. Don't even know who that is playing Ed Murrow, but damn if he didn't NAIL the part. Obviously he had many great speeches. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 28, 2005 - 4:09 PM"How do we forgive our fathers...maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often or forever when we are little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, for making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all. Do we forgive our fathers for marrying or for not marrying our mothers, and shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing or leaning, or shutting doors or speaking through walls, or never speaking or for never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it or not saying it... if we forgive our fathers, what is left?" --Smoke Signals -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, November 7, 2005 - 1:12 PMGLENGARRY GLEN ROSS
BLAKE: You see this watch? You see this watch?
MOSS: Yeah.
BLAKE: That watch costs more than you car. I made $970,000 last year. How much you make? You see pal, that's who I am, and you're nothing. Nice guy, I don't give a shit. Good father, fuck you! Go home and play with your kids! You wanna work here, close! You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit?
BLAKE: You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you are shit! Hit the bricks, pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going out!
LEVENE: The leads are weak.
BLAKE: The leads are weak? Fuckin' leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business fifteen years.
MOSS: What's your name?
BLAKE: FUCK YOU! That's my name. You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, and I drove an $80,000 BMW. That's my name!
MOSS: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this.
BLAKE: You sure don't pal, 'cause the good news is - you're fired!
MOSS: That guy's a fuckin' asshole. Anybody who talks to that asshole is a fuckin' asshole.
Kudos to Dancing... That bit from Devil's Advocate is genius ;)
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, November 7, 2005 - 5:53 PMI don't know if this has been mentioned and I am not going to write it out but Renee Zellwegers monologue at the end of "Down with Love" when she is talking about her scheme to get Catcher Block to love her is fantastic. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, November 7, 2005 - 6:16 PMClose to a monologue:
Dennis: Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me they'd put me away!
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed!
Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn't you?
-
-
Unsu...
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, November 8, 2005 - 6:45 PMLOL That's one of my favorite scenes in that movie! -
-
Boiler Room
Fri, December 9, 2005 - 10:00 AMI read this article a while back, that said that Microsoft employs more millionaire secretary's that any other company in the world. They took stock options over Christmas bonuses. It was a good move. I remember there was this picture, of one of the groundskeepers next to his Ferrari. Blew my mind. you see shit like that, and it just plants seeds, makes you think its possible, even easy. And then you turn on the TV, and there's just more of it: the $87 Million lotto winner, that kid actor that just made 20 million o his last movie, that internet stock that shot through the roof, you could have made millions if you had just gotten in early, and that's exactly what I wanted to do: get in. I didn't want to be an innovator any more, I just wanted to make the quick and easy buck, I just wanted in. The Notorious BIG said it best: "Either you're slingin' crack-rock, or you've got a wicked jump-shot." Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There's no honor in taking that after school job at Mickey D's- honor's in the dollar, kid. So I went the white boy way of slinging crack-rock: I became a stock broker.
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Good Night and Good Luck
Tue, February 27, 2007 - 11:36 PM"No one familiar with the history of his country, can deny that congressional committees are useful. It is necessary to investigate before legislating. But the line between investigating and persecuting is a very fine one, and the Junior Senator from Wisconsin has stepped over it repeatedly. His primary achievement has been confusing the public mind as between the internal and the external threats of communism. We must not confuse dissent from disloyalty. We must remember always, that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law. We will not walk in fear, one of another, we will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason. If we dig deep into our history and our doctrine, we will remember we are not descended from fearful men. Not from men who dared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular. This is no time for men who oppose Sen. McCarthy's methods to keep silent or for those who approve. We can deny our heritage and our history but we cannot escape responsibility for the result. There is no way for a citizen of the republic to abdicate his responsibilities. As a nation we have come into our full inheritance at a tender age. We proclaim ourselves as indeed we are, the defenders of freedom where ever it still exists in the world. But we cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home. The actions of the Junior Senator from Wisconsin have caused alarm and dismay amongst our allies abroad and given considerable comfort to our enemies. And who's fault is that? Not really his, he didn't create this situation of fear he merely exploited it, and rather successfully. Cassius was right, the fault dear Brutus is not in our stars, but in ourselves. Good night, and good luck. "
xxxxx and another from the same film..
"To those who say people wouldn't look; they wouldn't be interested; they're too complacent, indifferent and insulated, I can only reply: There is, in one reporter's opinion, considerable evidence against that contention. But even if they are right, what have they got to lose? Because if they are right, and this instrument is good for nothing but to entertain, amuse and insulate, then the tube is flickering now and we will soon see that the whole struggle is lost. This instrument can teach, it can illuminate; yes, and it can even inspire. But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to those ends. Otherwise it is merely wires and lights in a box. Good night, and good luck."
David Strathaim as Edward R Murrow in "Good Night and Good Luck" (2005)
And I am pretty sure
"We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law. We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men--not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular." was also used in the movie......
-
-
JOE VERSUS THE VOLCANO
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 7:36 PMJOE VERSUS THE VOLCANO
Scene: Joe has just returned to work from a lunch hour doctor's appt - where he learned he only has a short time to live.
Tom Hanks' character empties his desk and decides to make a parting speech to his boss, Mr Waturi.
(I've omitted .../... Mr Waturi's stunned short replies.)
JOE:
I should say something.
.../...
This life. Life? What a joke. This situation This room.
.../...
You look terrible, Mr. Waturi. You look like a bag of shit stuffed inna cheap suit. Not that anyone would look good under these zombie lights. I can feel them sucking the juice outta my eyeballs. Three hundred bucks a week, that's the news. For three hundred bucks a week I've lived in this sink. This used rubber.
.../...
Don't you think I know that, Frank? Don't you think I'm aware there's a woman here? I can taste her on my tongue. I can smell her. When I'm twenty feet away, I can hear the fabric of her dress when she moves in her chair. Not that I've done anything about it. I've gone all day, every day, not doing, not saying, not taking the chance for three hundred bucks a week, and Frank the coffee stinks it's like arsenic, the lights give me a headache if the lights don't give you a headache you must be dead, let's arrange the funeral.
.../...
And why, I ask myself, why have I put up with you? I can't imagine but I know. Fear. Yellow freakin' fear. I've been too chicken shit afraid to live my life so I sold it to you for three hundred freakin' dollars a week! You're lucky I don't kill you! You're lucky I don't rip your freakin' throat out! But I'm not going to and maybe you're not so lucky at that. 'Cause I'm gonna leave you here, Mister Wa-a-Waturi, and what could be worse than that?
-
Unsu...
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, December 14, 2005 - 4:01 PMfrom When Harry Met Sally, nora ephron script:
HARRY: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, December 14, 2005 - 9:14 PMOne of my all time fave movies. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, December 15, 2005 - 9:26 AMdon't tell me the new gods of Positivity and Inoffensiveness(tm) ate the rest of this thread because the most recent post before this is the only one i'm seeing -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, January 2, 2006 - 7:15 PMI loved this one from "Shall We Dance"... This is Susan Sarandon's response to why people get married:
"We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'." -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, January 3, 2006 - 12:08 AMThe Incredibles, the incredible animated feature has TWO
Monologues about Monologing!
FROZONE: So now I'm in deep trouble, I mean one more jolt from this
deathray and I'm an Epitath, Somehow I manage to find cover and
what does Baron Von Ruthless do??
..He starts MONOLOGING!
He starts like this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared
to him, How Inevitable my defeat is, How the world will soon be his..
Yadda Yadda Yadda - Yammerin'
I mean the guy has me on a platter, AND HE WON'T SHUT UP!
--------------------------------------------------------------
SYNDROME: See, now you respect me Because I'm a threat!
That's the way it works, Turns out there are a lot of people
-whole countries who want respect, and they will
pay through the nose to get it. How do you think I got rich? I invented weapons. And now I have a weapon that only I can defeat, and when I unleash it.....
....You Sly Dog! You got me MONOLOGING! I can't Believe it!
It's cool Huh? Zero Point Energy! I saved the best inventions for myself.
Am I good enough NOW? WHO'S SUPER NOW?
I'M SYNDROME! YOUR NEMESIS AND I ..........Oh Brilliant
-
-
-
-
-
The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 12:21 PM"Who is Keyser Soze? He is supposed to be Turkish. Some say his father was German. Nobody believed he was real. Nobody ever saw him or knew anybody that ever worked directly for him, but to hear Kobayashi tell it, anybody could have worked for Soze. You never knew. That was his power. The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."
- Verbal (Kevin Spacey)
Great performances and dialogue.
us.imdb.com/title/tt0114814/quotes -
-
Re: The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 12:52 PMGreat quote from a great film, "TUS".
Here's one:
Elwood P. Dodd from "Harvey"
Harvey and I sit in the bars, have a drink or two, play the jukebox. And soon the faces of all the other people rutn toward mine and they smile. And they’re saying, “We don’t know your name, mister, but you’re a very nice fellow.” Harvey and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We’ve entred as streangers and soon we have friends and they come over and sit with us and they drinki with us and they talk to us and they tell about the big terrible things they’ve done. And the big wonderful things they’ll do. Their hopes, their regrets, their loves and their hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then, I introduce them to Harvey. And he’s bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And when they leave, they leave impressed. The same people seldom come back, but that’s envy, my dear. There’s a little bit of envy in the best of us. That’s too bad, itsn’t it? -
-
Re: The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 12:53 PMI can't stop with One...
Andrew Shephard from "The American President":
For the last couple of months, Senator Rumson has suggested that being President of this country was, to a certain extent, about character. Although I've not been willing to engage in his attacks on me, I've been here for three years and three days, and I can tell you without hesitation that being President of this country is entirely about character.
For the record: yes, I am a card-carrying member of the ACLU, but the more important question is, "Why aren't you, Bob?" Now this is an organization whose sole purpose is to defend the Bill of Rights, so it naturally begs the question: why would a senator, his party's most powerful spokesman and a candidate for President, choose to reject upholding the Constitution? Now if you can answer that question, folks, then you're smarter than I am, because I didn't understand it until a few hours ago.
America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center-stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then, you can stand up and sing about the land of the free.
I've known Bob Rumson for years, and I'd been operating under the assumption that the reason Bob devotes so much time and energy shouting at the rain was that he simply didn't get it. Well, I was wrong, Bob's problem isn't that he doesn't get it; Bob's problem is that he can't sell it. We have serious problems to solve, and we need serious people to solve them. And whatever your particular problem is, I promise you, Bob Rumson is not the least bit interested in solving it. He is interested in two things, and two things only: making you afraid of it, and telling you who's to blame for it. That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you win elections.
You gather a group, of middle-age, middle-class, middle-income voters who remember with longing an easier time, and you talk to them about family, and American values, and character, and then you wave an old photo of the President's girlfriend and you scream about patriotism and you tell them that she's to blame for their lot in life, and then you go on television, and you call her a whore.
Sydney Ellen Wade has done nothing to you, Bob. She has done nothing but put herself through school, represent the interests of public school teachers, and lobby for the safety of our natural resources. You want a character debate, Bob? You better stick with me, 'cause Sydney Ellen Wade is way out of your league.
I've loved two women in my life. I lost one to cancer, and I lost the other 'cause I was so busy keeping my job, that I forgot to do my job. Well, that ends right now. Tomorrow morning, the White House is sending a bill to Congress for its consideration. It's White House Resolution 455, an energy bill requiring a twenty percent reduction of the emission of fossil fuels over the next ten years. It is, by far, the most aggressive stride ever taken in the fight to reverse the effects of global warming. The other piece of legislation is the crime bill. As of today, it no longer exists--I'm throwing it out. I'm throwing it out and writing a law that makes sense. You cannot address crime prevention without getting rid of assault weapons and handguns. I consider them a threat to national security, and I will go door to door if I have to--but I'm gonna convince Americans that I'm right, and I'm gonna get the guns.
We've got serious problems--and we need serious people. And if you want to talk about character, Bob, you better come at me with more than a burning flag and a membership card. If you want to talk about character and American values, fine. Just tell me where and when, and I'll show up. This is a time for serious people, Bob, and your fifteen minutes are up. My name is Andrew Shepherd and I am the President. -
-
Re: The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 12:55 PMAnd another ( I think I like this topic)...
Will from "Good Will Hunting"
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. -
-
Re: The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 12:56 PMAnd one last one:
John (Sidney Potier) from "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner"
You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man. -
-
Re: The Usual Suspects
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 1:15 PMOkay, so I lied...
I'm doing this at work, and I start doing one of the most memorable monologues of all time:
Colonel Jessup from "A Few Good Men"
Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, October 12, 2006 - 6:57 PMYou know what the problem with Hollywood is? They make shit. Unbelievable, unremarkable shit. Now, I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker looking for existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something. No, it's easy enough to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, the purely moronic stringing together of words that too many studios term as 'prose'. No, I'm talking about realism. Realism, not a pervasive element in the modern American cinematic vision. Take 'Dog Day Afternoon' for example. Arguably Pacino's best work, short of 'Scarface' and 'Godfather Part 1" of course. Masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best. Cinematography, screenplay, editing, all top-notch, but... they didn't push the envelope. Now, what if in 'Dog Day', Sonny really wanted to get away with it? What if - now here's the tricky part - what if he started killing hostages right away? Huh? No mercy, no quarter, just "meet our demands or the pretty blonde in the bellbottoms gets it in the back of the head". Bam! Splat! What, still no bus? Come on! How many innocent victims splattered across a window would it take for the city to reverse it's policy on hostage negotiations? And this is in 1976, there's no CNN, no CNBC, there's no internet. Now, fast forward to today, present time, same situation. How quickly would the modern media make a frenzy over this? In a matter of hours it'd be the biggest story from Boston to Budapest. Ten hostages die, twenty, thirty, bam, bam, one after another. All captured in high def, digitally enhanced, color corrected. You can practially taste the brain matter. And all for what? A bus? A plane? A couple of million dollars that's federally insured? I don't think so. Just a thought. I mean, it's not within the realm of what you'd call conventional cinema... but what if?
Gabriel Shear "Swordfish"
I know, I know, it's lousy movie, a guilty pleasure at best, but that whole opening scene still gives me goosebumps. From the lighting of the cigar to the slo-mo explosion, those couple of minutes make up for the next two hours.
-
Re: Great Monologues
Fri, October 13, 2006 - 2:05 PM"What do you think of farmers? You think they're saints? Hah! They're foxy beasts! They say, "We've got no rice, we've no wheat. We've got nothing!" But they have! They have everything! Dig under the floors! Or search the barns! You'll find plenty! Beans, salt, rice, sake! Look in the valleys, they've got hidden warehouses! They pose as saints but are full of lies! If they smell a battle, they hunt the defeated! They're nothing but stingy, greedy, blubbering, foxy, and mean! God damn it all! But then who made them such beasts? You did! You samurai did it! You burn their villages! Destroy their farms! Steal their food! Force them to labour! Take their women! And kill them if they resist! So what should farmers do? "
Seven Samurai
Toshiro Mifune as Kikuchiyo
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sun, October 15, 2006 - 12:49 PMY'all got on this boat for different reasons, but y'all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Because sure as I know anything, I know this: they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people... better. And I do not hold to that. So, no more running. I aim to misbehave.
~Malcom Reynolds "Serenity" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 18, 2006 - 12:19 AMWRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
~Westley "The Princess Bride" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, October 18, 2006 - 12:55 PM"You can see, and you can hear, but from inside the tomb of your mind. No breath will escape your lips, no tears your eyes. To the world, you are dead. And soon, even your precious father will forget... you were ever alive. But you, my dear, you will have all eternity... to remember. "
- Claudia Hoffman (Sigourney Weaver) - Snow White: A Tale of Terror -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sat, October 21, 2006 - 1:36 PMMichelle Pfeiffer has a fantastic monologue in The Story of Us:
That's not why I'm saying Chow Funs. Funs, I'm saying Chow Funs because we're an us. There's a history here, and histories don't happen overnight. In Mesopotamia or Ancient Troy there are cities built on top of other cities, but I don't want another city, I like this city. I know what kind of mood your in when you wake up by which eyebrow is higher, and you know I'm a little quiet in the morning and compensate accordingly, that's a dance you perfect over time. And it's hard, it's much harder than I thought it would be, but there's more good than bad and you don't just give up! And it's not for the sake of the children, but God they're great kids aren't they? And we made them, I mean think about that! It's like there were no people there, and then there were people and they grew, and an an an I won't be able to say to some stranger Josh has your hands or remember how Erin threw up at the Lincoln Memorial And I'll try to relax, let's face it, anybody is going to have traits that get on your nerves, I mean, why shouldn't it be your annoying traits, and I know I'm no day at the beach, but I do have a good sense of direction so I can at least find the beach, which isn't a weakness of yours, it's a strength of mine. And God your a good friend and good friends are hard to find. Charlotte said that in Charlottes Web and I love how you read that to Erin and you take on the voice of Wilber the Pig with such dedication even when your bone tired. That speaks volumes about character! And ultimately, isn't that what it comes down too? What a person is made of? That girl in the pin helmet is still here 'bee boo bee boo' I didn't even know she existed until you and I'm afraid if you leave I may never see her again, even though I said at times you beat her out of me, isn't that the paradox? Haven't we hit the essential paradox? Give and take, push and pull, the yen the yang. The best of times, the worst of times!I think Dickens said it best, 'He could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean', but, doesn't really apply here does it? What I'm trying to say is, I'm saying Chow Funs because, I love you
-
-
-
-
Discourse on law enforcement
Sun, October 29, 2006 - 6:01 PMHow f*ing dare you, man? Who the f* are you to question Jack Van Meter, huh?
You don't question his orders, you follow'em. I oughta kick your ass man. You know
jack, Bobby. You were tested and failed. (Puts a revolver on the table) That's my daddy's gun. (Points to notches) You see those? Eleven men. Yeah, he and Jack were partners. And the old g*d* reason this city's here is because they made it possible. They built it, with bullets! Hunted down evil f*ing parasites that woulda committed thousands of crimes, ruined hundreds of lives. They protected the good people, Bobby, so they could grow, and not the cancer! So who the f* are you to question anybody?
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, January 8, 2007 - 6:04 PMFight Club, Brad Pitt
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off"
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, January 8, 2007 - 6:10 PMShawshank Redeption, Morgan Freeman
"Rehabilitated? Well now, let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means...I know what you think it means. To me, it's just a made-up word, a politician's word so that young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?...There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. And not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone. This old man is all that's left. I gotta live with that. 'Rehabilitated?' That's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your forms, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit."
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, February 27, 2007 - 5:31 PMThe 25th Hour - Edward Norton
"Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. No. No. Fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!"
-
-
Re: Great Monologues "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" (1967)
Wed, February 28, 2007 - 5:41 PMThe below is from Spencer Tracey as Matt Drayton in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" (1967) -shortly (17 days) after the scene was filmed, he passed away, but he delivers it with passion to his wife in the movie and real life companion of many years - Katherine Hepburn ..... he is talking to his daughters fiancées parents, wife, his daughter and soon to be son-in-law about the marriage between a white woman (his daughter) and a "coloured" man (the Prentice's son)...
"Now Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me but wants to know if I'm some kind of a *nut*. And Mrs. Prentice says that like her husband I'm a burned-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it's like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that's the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue... cause I think you're wrong, you're as wrong as you can be. I admit that I hadn't considered it, hadn't even thought about it, but I know exactly how he feels about her and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you son feels for my daughter that I didn't feel for Christina. Old- yes. Burned-out- certainly, but I can tell you the memories are still there- clear, intact, indestructible, and they'll be there if I live to be 110. Where John made his mistake I think was in attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think... because in the final analysis it doesn't matter a damn what we think. The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel, for each other. And if it's half of what we felt- that's everything. As for you two and the problems you're going to have, they seem almost unimaginable, but you'll have no problem with me, and I think when Christina and I and your mother have some time to work on him you'll have no problem with your father, John. But you do know, I'm sure you know, what you're up against. There'll be 100 million people right here in this country who will be shocked and offended and appalled and the two of you will just have to ride that out, maybe every day for the rest of your lives. You could try to ignore those people, or you could feel sorry for them and for their prejudice and their bigotry and their blind hatred and stupid fears, but where necessary you'll just have to cling tight to each other and say "screw all those people"! Anybody could make a case, a hell of a good case, against your getting married. The arguments are so obvious that nobody has to make them. But you're two wonderful people who happened to fall in love and happened to have a pigmentation problem, and I think that now, no matter what kind of a case some bastard could make against your getting married, there would be only one thing worse, and that would be if - knowing what you two are and knowing what you two have and knowing what you two feel- you didn't get married. Well, Tillie, when the hell are we gonna get some dinner?
The movie has two other great moments of Monologues;
Sydney Poitier as John Wade in the same movie to his "coloured" father who was a mail man but managed to put him through college which led to him becoming a famous doctor .....
" You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that {mail} bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another {John's family were killed in an aircraft accident}. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man. "
And Katherine Hepburn as Christine Drayton ... sacking an employee of her art gallery. Hepburns character later admonishes her on screen daughter for describing as a "bitch". Hepburn leans into her employee's car and says ....
"Now I have some instructions for you. I want you to go straight back to the gallery - Start your motor - When you get to the gallery tell Jennifer that she will be looking after things temporarily, she's to give me a ring if there's anything she can't deal with herself. Then go into the office, and make out a check, for "cash," for the sum of $5,000. Then carefully, but carefully Hilary, remove absolutely everything that might subsequently remind me that you had ever been there, including that yellow thing with the blue bulbs which you have such an affection for. Then take the check, for $5,000, which I feel you deserve, and get - permanently - lost. "
Like em ? - see the movie ! It won the 1967 "Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplay " and "Best Actress" for Hepburn
-
-
Great Monologues : FIRST BLOOD
Thu, April 12, 2007 - 1:22 PMTrautman: You did everything to make this private war happen. You've done enough damage. This mission is over, Rambo. Do you understand me? This mission is over! Look at them out there! Look at them! If you won't end this now, they will kill you. Is that what you want? It's over Johnny. It's over!
Rambo: Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me, I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win! But somebody wouldn't let us win! And I come back to the world and I see all those maggots at the airport, protesting me, spitting. Calling me baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me? Who are they? Unless they've been me and been there and know what the hell they're yelling about!
Trautman: It was a bad time for everyone, Rambo. It's all in the past now.
Rambo: FOR YOU! For me civilian life is nothing! In the field we had a code of honor, you watch my back, I watch yours. Back here there's nothing!
Trautman: You're the last of an elite group, don't end it like this.
Rambo: Back there I could fly a gunship, I could drive a tank, I was in charge of million dollar equipment, back here I can't even hold a job PARKING CARS!!!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rambo: We were in this bar in Saigon and this kid comes up, this kid carrying a shoe-shine box. And he says "Shine, please, shine!" I said no. He kept askin', yeah, and Joey said "Yeah." And I went to get a couple of beers, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place. And he's laying there, he's fucking screaming. There's pieces of him all over me, just... (Takes off his bandolier) like this, and I'm tryin' to pull him off, you know, my friend that's all over me! I've got blood and everything and I'm tryin' to hold him together! I'm puttin'... the guy's fuckin' insides keep coming out! And nobody would help! Nobody would help! He's saying, sayin' "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" He keeps calling my name! "I wanna go home, Johnny! I wanna drive my Chevy!" I said "Why? I can't find your fuckin' legs! I can't find your legs!"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rambo: Sometimes I wake up and I don't know where I am. And I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day. Sometimes a week. Can't put it out of my mind. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Sat, April 14, 2007 - 11:11 PM"Listen! And understand: that terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear, and it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!"
--Kyle Reese (Michael Biehn), _The Terminator_ -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, April 17, 2007 - 10:38 PMNarrator: "Concurrently, the military banned long hair on males; mini-skirts; Sophocles; Tolstoy; Euripedes; smashing glasses after drinking toasts; labor strikes; Aristophanes; Ionesco; Sartre; Albee; Pinter; freedom of the press; sociology; Beckett; Dostoyevsky; modern music; popular music; the new mathematics; and the letter "Z", which in ancient Greek means "He is alive!"
From Z, writing credits Jorge Semprun for the movie and Vassiliss Vassilikos for the novel.
A brillant Constantin Costa-Gavras movie with Yves Montand and many more.
A must see.
S. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 7:04 AM" I'm a schoolteacher. I teach English composition... in this little town called Adley, Pennsylvania. The last eleven years, I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was a coach of the baseball team in the springtime. Back home, I tell people what I do for a living and they think well, now that figures. But over here, it's a big, a big mystery. So, I guess I've changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much my wife is even going to recognize me, whenever it is that I get back to her. And how I'll ever be able to tell her about days like today. Ah, Ryan. I don't know anything about Ryan. I don't care. The man means nothing to me. It's just a name. But if... You know if going to Rumelle and finding him so that he can go home. If that earns me the right to get back to my wife, then that's my mission.
You want to leave? You want to go off and fight the war? All right. All right. I won't stop you. I'll even put in the paperwork. I just know that every man I kill the farther away from home I feel. "
Saving Private Ryan -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 7:08 AMD-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough......................the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[runs out, alone;........ then returns]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let's do it.
Bluto: LET'S DO IT! -
-
Re: Great Monos
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 7:20 AMHi Mate...
Had a few beers, its late and I'm cranky - and probably being pedantic (and possibly patronizing) - but did you note the MONO in Monologue ???
moviequotes.tribe.net/thread/...80a22a20
&
moviequotes.tribe.net/thread/...9658a87b
These are called DIAlogues...
Not that I want to piss you off - you have a poweful (& ace) avatar :) -
-
Great Monologues
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 12:10 PMAh. Well... I attended Juilliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU'RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK?!? You think I'm qualified?
-
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 12:21 PMFirst of all Rat, you never let on how much you like a girl. "Oh, Debbie. Hi." Two, you always call the shots. "Kiss me. You won't regret it." Now three, act like wherever you are, that's the place to be. "Isn't this great?" Four, when ordering food, you find out what she wants, then order for the both of you. It's a classy move. "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice." And five, now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.
+ Fast Times at Ridgemont High+
-
This is the maximum depth. Additional responses will not be threaded.
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, April 18, 2007 - 12:28 PMFrom the Movie Roxanne:
" Alright. Alright, twenty something-betters. Uh, here goes. Uh, start with, uh,
obvious: Excuse me, is that your nose or did a bus park on your face?
Meteorlogical: Everybody take cover, she's going to BLOW!
Fashionable: You know, you could de-emphasize your nose if you wore something larger - like Wyoming.
Personal: Well, here we are, just the three of us.
Punctual: Alright, Delmond your nose was on time, but you were fifteen minutes late!
Envious: Ooooooh, I wish I was you! Gosh, to be able to smell your own ear!
Naughty: Uh, pardon me, sir, some of the ladies have asked if you wouldn't mind putting that thing away.
Philosophical: You know, it's not the size of a nose that's important, it's what's in it that matters!
Humorous: Laugh, and the world laughs with you - sneeze and it's goodbye Seattle!
Commercial: Hi, I'm Earl Shive and I can paint that nose for $39.95!
Polite: Uh, would mind not bobbing your head, the, uh, orchestra keeps changing tempo.
Melodic: Everybody!..... He's got the whole world -- in his nose!
Sympathetic: Awww, what happened, did your parents lose a bet with God?
Complimentary: You must love the little birdies to give them this to perch on.
Scientific: Say, does that thing there influence the tides?
Obscure: Whooof, I'd hate see the grindstone.....Think about it.
Inquiring: When you stop to smell the flowers, are they afraid?
French: Say, the pigs have refused to find any more truffles until you leave!
Pornographic: Finally, a man who can satisfy two women at once! ...... How many is that?
Man: Fourteen, chief!
" Alright, alright.
Religious: The Lord giveth, and he just kept on giving, didn't he?
Disgusting: Say, who mows your nose-hair?
Uhhh..
paranoid: Keep that guy away from my cocaine!
Aromatic: It must be wonderful to wake up and smell the coffee - in Brazil.
Appreciative: Oooooh, how original! Most people just have their teeth capped!
Alright, uh...... Alright!
Dirty: (leaning towards the original heckler) Your name wouldn't be DICK, would it?" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, April 19, 2007 - 11:40 AM"It shrinks my liver, doesn't it? It pickles my kidneys, yes. But what does it do to my mind? It tosses the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar. Suddenly, I'm above the ordinary. I'm competent, supremely competent. I'm walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. I'm one of the great ones. I'm Michelangelo, molding the beard of Moses. I'm Van Gogh, painting pure sunlight. I'm Horowitz, playing the Emperor Concerto. I'm John Barrymore before the movies got him by the throat. I'm Jesse James and his two brothers - all three of 'em. I'm W. Shakespeare" - Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend.
"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock" - Orson Welles in The Third Man.
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, April 19, 2007 - 5:28 PMClint Eastwood, Dirty Harry (1971):
" I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk? " -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, April 19, 2007 - 5:28 PMMel Gibson: Braveheart~~~
You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom! -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Thu, April 19, 2007 - 5:33 PM" Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you're talking about, they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community.
Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn't think so. People were human beings to him, but to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle.
Well, in my book he died a much richer man than you'll ever be...
I know very well what you're talking about. You're talking about something you can't get your fingers on, and it's galling you.
That's what you're talking about, I know. Well...I've said too much.... I -- You're the Board here. You do what you want with this thing. There's just one thing more, though. This town needs this measly one-horse institution if only to have some place where people can come without crawling to Potter" -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, April 25, 2007 - 3:03 AMHere's a couple of more of my favs...
"You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch" - Anthony Perkins in Psycho.
"Drinking don't bother my memory. If it did I wouldn't drink. I couldn't. You see, I'd forget how good it was, then where'd I be?" - Walter Brennan in To Have and Have Not.
"I don't mind if you don't like my manners, I don't like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings. I don't mind your ritzing me drinking your lunch out of a bottle. But don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me." - Humphrey Bogart in The Big Sleep. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Mon, July 2, 2007 - 3:20 PMAlbert Markovski:
"Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. Is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy is a sign, right? Because if he isn't, than nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked! Maybe I should quit. Don't quit! Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit! I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore! Fucker! Fuck shit!"
Jason Shwartzman as A. Markovski in I heart Huckabees. -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, February 26, 2008 - 9:56 PMBatty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
and
Deckard: [voice-over] I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.
Blade Runner -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, February 26, 2008 - 9:58 PMDalton Russell: My name is Dalton Russell. Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself. I've told you my name: that's the Who. The Where could most readily be described as a prison cell. But there's a vast difference between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison. The What is easy: recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery. That's also the When. As for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can. Which leaves us only with the How; and therein, as the Bard would tell us, lies the rub.
and
Dalton Russell: I'm no martyr. I did it for the money. But it's not worth much if you can't face yourself in the mirror. Respect is the ultimate currency. I was stealing from a man who traded his away for a few dollars. And then he tried to wash away his guilt. Drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability. It almost worked, too. But inevitably, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you. And they do. Certain. It will not fail.
Inside Man -
-
Re: Great Monologues
Tue, February 26, 2008 - 11:12 PMMore Like a Dialogue but still fun:
Dignam: Your fuckin' family's dug into the Southie projects like ticks. Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up on the North Shore, huh? Well, la-di-fuckin'-da. You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right? Huh? One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother. You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the fuckin' donkey on the weekends. I got that right?
Dignam: [Billy does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little fuckin' snake. You were like different people.
Billy Costigan: You a psychiatrist?
Dignam: Well, if I was I'd ask you why you're a Statie making 30 grand a year. And I think if I was Sigmund fuckin' Freud I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties?
Billy Costigan: Families are always rising or falling in America, am I right?
Oliver Queenan: Who said that?
Billy Costigan: Hawthorne.
Dignam: [Dignam makes a farting sound] What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, February 27, 2008 - 4:31 AM"I am Martin Hassler. Four years ago my Panzas overrunned Poland in one week, that was no illusion. In thirty-nie days my tanks smashed all the way through Paris, that was no illusion; I conquered the Crimea, that was no illlusion. Today, I was given a brigade of Tiger tanks. When I have a brigade of tanks, that is reality!"
Battle of The Bulge.
-
Re: Great Monologues
Wed, February 27, 2008 - 5:26 AM"My name is Gunnery staff sergent Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on you'll speak only when spoken to. And the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be a 'sir'. Do you maggots understand that?"
- Full Metal Jacket.
